#(( LOLOL this was so funny to wake up to ))

[malicedarkened]

Is Dark adopted?

What in the﹣

With closing arms and a wary glare, Mist turned his lip and replied. "He is from a separate dimension, but he is my son now."

He didn't know if that was a yes, or answered anything. But that human word felt too restricting and - Casual? Domestic? - to define what Dark was to him. Mist had given his baby literally pieces of himself in order to help him to live, so something in their internal matter was now bound the same.

Mist didn't really think or question it often.

[thatdemiboymess]

Both my computers have given up on life and I am so sad and so very bored. Couldn't even do my full Gaia dailies, today. 😞

[gay-dorito-dust]

@thelightofmylife wouldn’t it be funny if I decided to reread your entire HSR writing list again (I in fact did)… lolol <3 I’m still thinking about your response to me btw. You’re very kind 💖💞💗 truly I can’t get enough of your writing and I suppose kind words

No pressure to do this request if you don’t want to, you can also take this ask as an invitation to chat too

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

ahh! I was thinking ,,,, Sunday + Aventurine + Jing Yuan… and anyone else you would personally want to do ���!! Giving them headpats because you love them soooo much!!! And receiving or asking for headpats in trade … <3 i think it’s a universal thing that headpats are <33 so good and lovely and good for showing love ;w;’ <3

Jing Yuan will gladly accept your head pats, he finds your beaming face adorable as you gently patted his head as though you were being extremely cautious with how you gave him head pats.

He recognises it as your primary display of love after awhile and would create a routine where he would just sit himself in front of you, claim that he was meditating, and closes his eyes and waits until he felt you begin to pat him on the head and mutter ‘soft floofy hair’ under your breath as he fights back the urge to smile.

You really do want his heart and he didn’t want to go back to a reality where he did not know the power of your comforting head pats.

Someone could’ve been looking for him about something serious and when they’ve enter the room, they are greeted to the sight of him him dozing off all the while getting treated to some well deserved head pats from you.

A bird popped out of his hair once during a headpat session and you were scared off of giving him head pats for a while in fear of having another tiny bird fly out from his hair. Jing Yuan was a sad man that day and would stop fucking pouting until Yanquing asked you to put him out of his misery and give Jing Yuan his head pats, he couldn’t train with a moody general who didn’t get his daily head pats.

Jing Yuan wasn’t afraid of giving out headpats of his own. He gave Yanquing a couple in the past but he used them sparingly. You however, you could have as many headpats as you’d like from him and Jing Yuan wouldn’t complain, especially not as he got the chance to watch you melt under his touch to the point you were practically cuddled into his side with a look of pure content written across your face.

So if he were to see that you weren’t having the best of days he’d immediately start giving you headpats in hopes of making you feel better. Jing Yuan’s logic was that seeing as how your headpats always helped make his day just that little bit brighter. Jing Yuan could only hope that he could pay it forward to you in a way that let you know that he would always have your back, always.

Aventurine leans into your hand as you give him head pats and closing his eyes as he enjoyed any amount of affection you decided to give him.

He needed this, he really did.

At first he was afraid of what the implication meant but now, he would practically sprawl himself across your lap and silently wait until you were done with what you were doing to give him some head pats, whining that you don’t pay enough attention to him.

He wasn’t use to such gentle, loving touch such as yours and now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s become addicted and would always find a way to get you to give him head pats no matter what. He would ask but Aventurine felt as though he was only worth them when he’s done something to earn such affection.

He viewed everything as a transaction and your headpats were no different.

Until you told him one day that he didn’t have to ever ask to receive love and affection, at least not with you and that you would gladly give him headpats just for waking up.

Aventurine cried that night in your arms as you gave him soft, comforting headpats.

Now aventurine demands headpats for practically everything but you didn’t mind as you were more than happy to spend hours on end if it meant spending time with your lover and reassuring him of your love for him. It heals apart of him that he didn’t know needed healing before, you heal him with your unwavering kindness and compassion and he didn’t know how the appropriate way to thank you, other then to give you some headpats himself.

Aventurine’s headpats were soft, gentle, Alamo as though he was scared he was going to hurt you but they were reassuring and encouraging at the same time that made you feel as though you could move mountains.

His headpats were like a silent ‘I love you’ for a singular reason.

He would pat your head three times and linger there for a couple of seconds then patting your head three more times before repeating this a couple more times, even going as far as to adding in a couple of kisses to your face in between. He loved hearing you laugh but he loved it when you shown signs of being comfortable, being safe with him as that was all he wants was to make you feel safe and happy with him because that’s how you made him feel on a daily basis.

Sunday finds your need to give him head pats amusing and will gladly let you do so to your hearts content if it brings you so much joy.

It doesn’t matter if he was busy because Sunday will always make room for you and you head pats no matter what, and will stress the importance to his staff that a specific time slot remains reserved for you and only you because your head pats were pure magic to the Halovian.

His wings would flutter softly and in time with your head pats that you couldn’t help but giggle at how cute the sight was as Sunday tries to get them to stop, but ultimately just accepts that his wings had a mind of their own when it came to you and how reciprocal they were to your touch.

He defiantly needs them after a hard days work and will most defiantly collapse on your lap, wings drooping like a pair of dog ears in tandem to express his exhaustion, and sigh as he felt you begin to softly pat his head.

‘You’ve done amazing today honey.’ You tell him.

‘Thank you my dearest but all I want to do now is relax with you if that’s quite alright with you.’ Sunday said tired and you couldn’t deny him when he was like this, and for the rest of the afternoon you spent cuddled up with Sunday and giving him head pats as his wings tried to match with the pace of your pats.

Sunday does reward you with headpats of your own but they may not come as frequently as you might like but you understood that he was a busy man, when you do get your headpats its mainly when you were on the brink of falling asleep, so often times it felt like a dream. Sunday wishes he could give you as many headpats as you’d like but giving you them while you were half asleep was for the best.

Bonus: when he’s cuddling you from behind, his wings will try and give you headpats but end up hitting the sides of your face, so somethings you’d wake up to a pair of soft grey wings softly smacking you first thing in the morning.

[r0-boat]

Whb kingley group chat and reader

Sfw and NSFW sprinkled throughout but this is mostly just crack

[Beel summoned Satan to the group chat]

[Beel summoned Mammon to the group chat]

Satan: Oh, are we actually doing this?

Beel: yur

[Beel summoned Lucifer to the group chat]

[Beel summoned Belphegor to the group chat]

[Beel summoned Asmodeus to the group chat]

Lucifer: an interesting way to improve political relations, very well My interest has peaked.

Mammon: agreed it would be useful to have all of you at my fingertips.

Satan: That sentence pisses me off and I don't know why.

Mammon: is there something wrong with having easy access to your possessions 🤨

Satan: Al'right adding 'beating your ass' to my list of things to do today

Asmodeus: kinky.

Lucifer: Asmodeus I thought you were on earth?

Asmodeus: I am, it's lovely here by the way, but the cell phone service is relatively lackluster compared to hell, so that I won't be talking here as much.

Mammon: speaking of my possessions Beelzebub You have forgotten Leviathan.

Beel: Actually no I haven't you'll see why.

[Beel summoned Leviathan to the group chat]

Satan: LEVI!!!

[Leviathan has left the group chat]

Satan: LOLOL

Mammon: I don't know why I'm surprised.

[Beel summoned Leviathan to the group chat]

[Leviathan has left the group chat]

Lucifer: if he does not wish to be in the group chat that much then don't add him.

Beel: nah cuz if he's not added then I won't hear the end of it later. That kind of shit drives him crazy.

[Beel summoned Leviathan to the group chat]

[Leviathan has left the group chat]

Satan: Wait I have an idea.

Satan: add him again.

Beel: Aight

[Beel summoned Leviathan to the group chat]

Beel: Levi is still typing quick Satan!

[Satan summoned MC to the group chat]

Mammon: lmao he stopped typing.

Beel: btw Thank you for that I was going to add them anyway.

Satan: no problem! Happy to help you annoy Levi

Leviathan: if you annoying Fucks what me to waste my time so badly then so be it!

Lucifer: That is not why you stayed...

Mc: ??? What's happening?

Satan: we planned a group chat about a decade ago and we're finally doing it. And we thought you would like to join us! :)

Mc: ooh! I hardly see all of you together like this!:3

Mammon: Master seems extremely happy and excited we will not disappoint you.🥰

Belphegor: 👋

Mc: Hi Belphie

Satan: Oh? did the king of sloth just wake up?? 😏

Belphegor: Actually i've been awake for the past 30 minutes my phone wouldn't stop going off

Mc: I'm surprised you didn't have your notifications turned off.

Belphegor: They were but i turned them on when i got your phone number

Mc: Aww! 🥰

Satan: regretting giving you a phone suddenly.

Mc: You can pry out of my cold dead hands♥️

Mammon: the current phone MC has is so outdated I could get you many more up-to-date models. Ones with advanced AI features are all the rage in tartaros

Mc: no thanks I'm not interested in anything with AI

Mammon: 😭 I understand Master

Asmodeus: I would assume that phones on Earth would have a hard time connecting in hell just as much as hell devices have a hard time connecting on earth.

Mc: OH! ASMODEUS! HELLO!!

Asmodeus: Hi sweetheart, sadly I won't be able to talk to you very often but we will soon have a more proper meeting.

Leviathan: I don't think Asmodeus and MC should be in the same room.

Satan: for once Levi, I agree with you.

Beel: they're combined horniness will be enough to take out heaven hell and earth

Lucifer: lol

Mammon: All hail King horny of the three realms

Leviathan: All hail

Lucifer: All hail

Satan: All hail

Beel: All hail

Belphegor: all hail

Mc: Y'all are such assholes

Satan: That's like 90% of my personality

Beel: you like it

Leviathan: demons are assholes and the sky is blue, What are you expecting??

Mammon: Master, I, for one, do not mind if you actually start your crusade.

Asmodeus: Don't listen to them dear They don't understand our power 😈

Lucifer: is this what an 'inside joke' is? It was actually quite funny.

Asmodeus: honestly I should be jealous of you guys, while I'm on vacation you guys are having all the fun...😔

Mc: Don't worry, will have plenty of time to make it up for the lost time.🫣

Satan: NOPE fUUUUCK THAT.

Leviathan: DIE.

Lucifer: ... I'll prepare your medical bed preemptively.

Beel: Make sure you film it.

Mammon: without me 😔 smh

Belphegor: y'all are so funny I think I might like it here.

[bonus-links]

I hope you realize how much I ADORE Wind. And Tetra!! And Aryll!! It's so rare to see Wind aged up as much as he is here, but you characterize him SO well!!!! I literally love ALL of the characters in this comic asdfghjhgfdfghj

WAHHH thank you!! I am having a lot of fun with the windwaker gang!! It’s funny bc Wake is actually 4th youngest of all the Links, but he carries a lot of the weight of holding the group together lolol

[notfreetoday]

My Personal Weatherman Ep 2 Tidbits

I'm really enjoying the adorable awkwardness with which Yoh acts around Segasaki, and it comes across not only in his behaviour but also in his speech pattern. I watch without subs, so this may have been conveyed, but just in case it wasn't I'd thought I'd share a few cultural/language tidbits here.

Teruteru Bouzu first - you'll probably have seen one before if you watch slice-of-life anime. That little doll/ghost like thingy that Yoh was folding with the tissue is used like a charm of sorts, to chase the rain away, or just as a good weather charm that you'd hang by the window. You'll often see these hung up by the kids in Kindergarten cause that's the age when rain sucks hahaha

I loved this because it shows that Yoh really does miss Segasaki, even though he doesn't want to admit it. The way he smiled at it and then violently threw it away when he realized what he was doing 🤣🤣🤣

Later in the episode, Yoh's emotional withdrawal from Segasaki due to his building jealousy is emphasized in his speech patterns - he awkwardly drops in some "polite" words/patterns (which he didn't in Ep 1, although, granted, he hardly spoke to Segasaki in Ep 1 lolol), which makes his sentences come across as slightly more stilted. This first happens (and is clearest here) when Segasaki joins him for dinner after realising Yoh had waited up for him. He catches Yoh staring and asks "Hmm?", to which Yoh replies says

"あ、いや。なんでもない…です" (Ah, iya, nandemonai…desu) aka "Ah, no, it's….nothing".

"Desu" as you probably know, is an ending particle used in "polite" speech, which he tacks on as an afterthought (the polite form of "iya" would be "iie", if he had wanted the whole sentence to be polite from the get go).

After dinner, when Yoh tries to wake Segasaki up but doesn't know how to, he tries by saying "あの…" (ano…) a few times - which is a common sound you use to get someone's attention but don't want to sound too demanding - this actually isn't being polite per se, because Yoh's certainly not going to go all "Oi!" (which is rather rude) at Segasaki now, but it does show the hesitancy with which Yoh approaches him. Then, when he says he's going to bed, he says

"じゃ、俺は寝るので" (Jya, ore wa neru node) aka "So then, I'm going to bed, therefore…"

The usage of "node" here doesn't quite make the sentence "polite/formal", but it certainly is a little less colloquial than using "から(kara)". The same way that "therefore" doesn't make a sentence polite/formal in English, but is definitely less colloquial than using the word "so" in English. Also, I just find it funny that he uses the informal "ore" pronoun for "I" here with "node" instead of the more formal "boku". Both this, and the random -desu he added earlier, just make his sentences a little more stilted/awkward, and individually don't deserve much mention at all, but together, and in the context of his jealousy, show just how unsure of himself Yoh is around Segasaki.

Btw, the full line he said was

"寝るなら部屋で、とおもって。じゃ、俺は寝るので、あの、その、そういうことで、おやすみ。 aka If you're going to sleep then, (you should sleep) in the room - at least that's what I thought..... So then, I'm going to bed, therefore...um... that... with that... night!

TOO ADORABLE.

(If the text in the speech bubbles wasn't subbed) The manga drawing on the computer, shown right after Yoh's internal dialogue of "But, if I said, 'no' then… it would negate the 'hate' that I said earlier so…" has the words "suki da yo, chanto" in speech bubbles, essentially "I do like you, (you know?) Really."

I'm really enjoying this show 😆 😆 😆

[hunieday]

Momo - Idol Star Prince Stage Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo, I’m coming over with Okarin right now.

Yuki: I think we'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Yuki: Momo?

Yuki:

Yuki:

Momo: 

Momo: Roger that~~!!

Momo: Sorry for replying late 😭 I was taking a nap!

Yuki: I got scared.

Yuki: You always contact me first, so

Yuki: Were you up late last night?

Momo: Yeah 🥺

I had the morning off today, so I went for drinks with Mitsuki and got carried away 😆🍻

Momo: Sorry for worrying you ( ;∀;)

Yuki: If it's Mitsuki-kun, it's fine.

Yuki: As long as it’s not a suspicious person who came from who-knows-where to lure you away from me

Momo: Eek! Yuki...! Your handsome levels are so high that I’m fully alert and awake now 🤩💫

Yuki: Sometimes I could be the one who wakes you up. Not bad.

Momo: Then can Momo-chan pretend to be asleep tomorrow morning so you’d wake me up with your super handsome move? 🫶✨

Yuki: Hmm?

Yuki: Your text is too small for some reason. I can’t read it.

Momo: You’re hitting it aren’t you lololololol

Momo: How about we wake up early together once in a while ~(*´艸｀)

Yuki: 

Momo: Ah! ! You're distracting me with a sticker!

Momo: I’ll have pull all the tricks i have under my sleeves to wake you up 😤

Yuki: I was really surprised when I got shoved into the car in my futon.

Momo: That’s the day I couldn’t come and wake you up right? because I had to go to another job. Okarin took drastic measures lolololol

Yuki: Isn’t Okarin too strong?

Momo: I heard that Maneko-chan was teaching him some good muscle training methods 😤

Yuki: You’re telling me that the cute Okarin is buff under those clothes? i hate it

Momo: It's funny when you imagine it so stop it lolol

Momo: Oh right!!! That day Okarin and I bombarded you with a demonic amount of rabbichats, but you didn’t wake up at all. And even after Okarin came and woke you up, you ignored my messages completely!

Momo: Just as you were worried about me because I responded late just now, at that time I was worried too !!!!

Yuki: Is that so?

Momo: Yes!! Go reread the rabbichat!!

Yuki: I don't remember when it happened so I can't find it

Momo: Try searching for "bird-brain" 💥

Yuki: Bird-brain

Yuki: It's true, you got angry

Yuki: I probably answered you out loud

Momo: But I couldn’t hear you obviously ?! ヾ(oﾟДﾟo)ﾉ

Momo: I got angry because Okarin sent me a report about your maintenance being over, but you yourself didn't inform me about it!

Yuki: What even is the end of maintenance?

Momo: A report from Okarin saying that Yuki has started service again (see: he’s awake) 😤

Momo: I can stay calm until the regular maintenance is over, but an unexpected emergency maintenance is troublesome cuz I don’t anticipate it 😤😤

Yuki: Somehow that sounds tough

Momo: A formidable enemy even😤‼️

Momo: By the way, hear me out…

Momo: Even my bedhead is too much of a formidable enemy today!!

Yuki: That’s hilarious

Momo: It looks like a japanese top knot 😆

Yuki: We’ll be there in about five minutes.

Momo: yikes~ lololol this is the kind of hair that would break even a makeup artist's spirit lolol

Yuki: Well then, today I'll wear my hair in a japanese top knot so we’d be matching.

Momo: Huhhh !? We’re not filming a variety show today, we have the Idol Star pamphlet shoot?!

Yuki: If we match, you wouldn’t feel lonely, right?

Momo: 

Momo: Yuki, so handsome,,,😭 Coming up with the concept of a japanese top knot prince out of nowhere😭

Yuki: I just proposed the idea to Okarin and he immediately rejected it.

Yuki: Are you changing Idol Star’s concept into one of a lord?, he said.

Yuki: Aren't lords and princes the same thing?

Momo: You’re right lololol

Momo: But I think Yuki can become a handsome prince even with a japanese top knot! ! (*'ω'*)

Yuki: Really? You were angry at me earlier, did you calm down?

Momo: What?! You were actually worried about that?! I’m not mad at all !!!!!

Momo: Even if you’re a sleepyhead, even if you reply out loud to a rabbit chat, Yuki really is a super handsome super darling prince ‼️😭🫶

Yuki: The super handsome super darling prince will soon arrive at your house, Okarin is parking the car.

Momo: Yay‼️

Momo: I'll roll out the red carpet and wait (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo: 

[chocotonez]

jeongin soft bf headcanons

a/n: I’m hungry, also thanks for requesting ily

warnings/genre: fluff, swearing, gender neutral reader but lmk if anything implies otherwise!! brief references to arguments but everything is all good

-such a cutie where do we begin

-spoils you carelessly, and then teases you for being a “sugar baby” even though the second he sees you look at something in the store he’s buying the entire stock

-squishes your cheeks and tends to baby you, always get so giggly when he does this but he pouts if you do it to him

-he luvs matching jewelry especially rings, so expect him to get you those

-always shares food with you, even absentmindedly, where he’s eating some pudding and suddenly his hand instinctively has the spoon in your face yknow?

-he’s not big on planning stuff unless it’s for important events like anniversaries, birthday, etc etc

-but he always tries to put effort into everything he does in your relationship because he really wants the two of you to work, and it can get a little overbearing at first until u tell him to relax ur not leaving him because he didn’t memorize your family tree starting from the Stone Age

-he tried tho. <3

-there are some rocky parts of your relationship, insecurities on both ends, miscommunications, but he always finds himself apologizing with you in his arms

-he always tries to talk to you with a clear head because he doesn’t want to say something he’ll regret

-he genuinely just does so much to avoid losing you and tries rlly hard to be the perfect boyfie and also I’m crying he’s so cute

-LOVES holding ur hand sm especially if your hand is smaller than his because tiny !! cute!!

-if you wear makeup he wants to help, really loves putting lip gloss/chapstick on you

-is always really kind and caring towards you, is considerate and tries to take into account your feelings in every situation

-constantly reminded of you

-backstage he saw a water bottle cap on the floor and started crying because he thought of you for some reason?? he had to face time u and u had to console the poor boy

-he adores seeing you in his clothes but even better……..he loves matching with you!!

-I don’t even like matching fits but anything for him istg

-sometimes just pauses and admires you and wonders how he got so lucky but he’ll never admit that

-he feels safe w you :) he expresses himself freely and gladly supports you doing the same in your relationship

-tiny miscellaneous gifts bevause he thought of you when he saw them

-always teasing you

-back hugs!!

-when he’s the big spoon sometimes he’ll just randomly like bear hug you and crush you in his arms because he thinks it’s funny lolol

-he’s honest with you tho, but he’s never hard on you. he’ll always praise your accomplishments and attempts

-but pls do the same for him he needs that affirmation :,)

-calls you when he’s on tour to wake you up for class/work

-just loves taking care of u

-okay I’m getting carried away but tldr loving boyfie with a wallet

[voidandabyssal]

Just had an incredible Idea lmao. How do you think the UT and US bros would react to their s/o losing a tarantula in the back seat of their car? Kinda like that one meme: https://youtu.be/3wxagY29aKw?si=k-FaQHpUadVCGSyv

lost my shit watching that video, that was funny as hell lolol

sans:

he's in the backseat with you, knocked out cold as Papyrus drives you both to work

He only wakes up once you start nervously shaking his shoulders whispering about your lost pet

he's more calm about then you'd think he'd be.

he cracks some spider puns and helps you look for him but that's the most you got out of him

until he noticed the spider slowly creeping up Papyrus's head

oh shit

you're both in so much trouble

Sans is silently freaking out trying to figure out how to get the spider off of Papyrus before his brother notices and crashes the car

he manages to lift the spider off without Papyrus noticing and drops it into its jar

Papyrus:

imagine this

it's a beautiful day. You, your boyfriend, and your hungry, hellspawn pet are all on a drive to the beach

then, said hellspawn disappears.

neither of you notice

then Papyrus feels its hairy legs crawling up against his head,

he grabs it with his hand

screams

crashes the car

congratulations! You're all now stuck on the side of the road with no way home!

Papyrus is not happy,

the spider is tho :))

Blue:

he notices the second the spider is gone and jumps out of the moving car

he was driving the car

the crash wasn't bad (luckily)

everyone was okay! Including the spider!

well, Blue is probably in a lot of trouble

but the spider is totally a-okay!

Stretch:

him and this spider have been enemies since day one

each competing for your affections

how the spider gets your attention more than he does, Stretch doesn't know

maybe it's the way its fangs curl up, or it bats its many eyes

regardless! Stretch will not be bested this time!

He plans a very romantic and special date, just for the two of you

Stretch even offers to drive, which is unusual for him with how lazy he is.

sadly, the spider is a stronger foe....

it manages to crawl into your bag and sneaks out mid-drive.

its fangs sink into Stretch's hand

Another car ruined, damn.

and that stupid spider still wins! Your too busy comforting it to notice it bit him!!

[xhanisai]

What are your top 5 fanfic recommendations?

Oh man, I have like 800 fics bookmarked how am I supposed to choose the top five!??! LOL okay here are five of my favourite miraculous fics (NOT IN ORDER) from my bookmarks of favourite fics LOLOL.

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1 - Guilty Pleasure by Otoshigo

"An anonymous writer is a little too good at writing fanfiction and Marinette somehow gets roped into reading it. Problem is, now she can’t put it down. [LadyNoir]"

Genuinely this story is one of those that never leave my head and Otoshigo has a way with words and characterisation. The way they portray little shit Adrien and hot mess Marinette brings me so much joy and I love the way they inserted hints of spice throughout that makes this entire oneshot just so much more DELICIOUS!!! Highly recommend!!

2 - The Ladyblog Comment Section by DragonsandInk

"Alya, bless her fangirl heart, doesn't always get everything right. It's the job of the two superheroes she adores to set her informational blog straight and keep a little entertainment going in the comment section. The real issue here is that they don't know how to hold back."

The best way I can describe this story is that it's so, so, SO fun! It never ceases to put me in a good mood and seeing Alya lose her mind with the ladynoir shenanigans is such a delight to see hahaha! If you're looking for something funny and cute and also fluffy I do highly recommend this! Especially if you love seeing lovesquare being such little trolls LOLOL.

3 - elephant by demistories

"Kim stands at the front of room. He crosses his arms and nods to the game code and password on the board. “Welcome to mother. Fucking. Assassin.” He leans forward with a dangerous look in his eyes. “You’ve got until midnight. Then you better run.”"

Fun, fun, FUN this story is so fucking FUN!!!! Lovesquare + ML class shenanigans goes HARD and I EAT THIS FIC UP EVERY SINGLE TIME I RE-READ IT!!!! Everyone should read this story!!!! IT IS LITERALLY CHEF'S KISS!

4 - The Way To His Heart by wintersnight

"The third or fourth time she brings him a treat, it all clicks together, and Ladybug takes a few short seconds to completely freak the hell out in her head before she sucks in a deep breath and smiles back at his look of adoration at the chocolate croissant she’s holding out in front of him."

Probably one of the more influential works on my own writing because there's no words that could describe how much I love LOVE LOVE it!!! It's like a hot drink whilst you're in a blanket cocoon in the middle of a stormy night and it's just so, so comforting. I love stories where one or both sides of my OTP are trying to look after one another in their own ways and it's <3333333 pls read it

5 - Point Blanc by 11JJ11

"Hawk Moth has been defeated, but he has left a dangerous foe in his wake, a bitter and hurting Chat Blanc."

It wouldn't be a true rec by me if there wasn't a Chat Blanc fic on here ;))) This one is deliciously angsty and the twist at the end is just wonderful~!!! As obsessed as I am with Chat Blanc it's just so rare to find stories written in a way that I LIKE about him and his relationship with Marinette and this one ticks my boxes~~~ BRILLIANT STUFF~~~

[readreactrant]

Ladies, Gentlemen and all those who don't fit....WE'RE SO BACK!!!

And all it took was TWO (two???) FUCKING WEEKS of me refreshing the page where I watch!!!

If whoever's reading this has been following my budding Yatagarasu addiction you would know absolutely how much I adore this series and if there were no redeeming qualities I would stay purely for Yukiya and Natsukihiko's little fights.

Which is why I just have to gush over them a bit first before getting to every other good thing about this shit.

Y'all the amount of time they took revealing this bastard's face like it's some big secret is way too funny, like who else would Yukia react that way too. Happy to see my baby boy again but why are his actions always so y/n code lmaoooo. Waking up late for an event, running into his former boss slash situationship who he left cuz the job was more important, being so fucking sassy and pretending he wants nothing to do with said boss??? He's so perfect I love him 😭😭

(Also if your running to the comments to type out Yukiya's age or tell about how you don't like that I ship them...take the hands of the screen now as I do not care 🥰)

Yukima onisan being the best wingman was arguably one of my favorite moments, boy saw something and said "nah you bitches do your thing" in the nicest way possible and I respect that.

I literally just love seeing them together, the chemistry is just all over the place and they're so funny to watch. Natsuki (who's honestly the least Natsuki-looking Natsuki I've seen in all anime) just have the most obnoxious look when he's messing with Yukiya and I relate to that so much, his deadpan expressions are the cutest thing.

All in all the boys are back to stop an illegal drug trade and no one around me is hearing the end of it. The summer Line up has genuinely done little to impress me this last couple weeks. Tasuuketsu isn't all too bad but I do be confused, Wisteria ward and sword is just mashle with isekai visuals and no gag humor to interest me, and Twilight out of focus although enjoyable is the millionth slice of life drama BL to exist so might as well just thank the yaoi gods we were considered thus season. There's also Isekai suicide Squad but that's like its own thing I do not want to unpack rn lolol.

If you read my rambling this far....why did you??? Save your braincells and leave now <3333

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

eee double dates with us and our faves 🤭 reading your tags on that post was so cute! where do you think they’d want to take us? an arcade date could be fun ( watching them play air hockey might be kind of sexy too lol) or maybe we can go to a cute themed cafe >.< either way, whether it be me and giyuu with you and aki, or me and choso with you and giyuu �� we’re going to have the cutest and most loving boyfriends in the room!!

The first image that came to mind was so funny to me, my words would fail to describe it so I quickly sketched it lmao

I just think they’d be so good at it LMAO no one can even see the puck, it’s just a black smear. We don’t even try after them, we’re too embarrassed bc they were just too amazing at it lolol

I also think the three boyz would get along really well too. Like if you and me went off to do a game on our own, and Choso and Giyuu or Aki and Giyuu were left alone with each other, they’d literally just gush about us the entire time LOL “My girlfriend is amazing, she has the cutest laugh.” “My girlfriend is amazing too. She looks adorable when she wakes up in the morning” not even a competition of who’s got the better gf, just nodding in agreement like “yes. We’re all lucky.” Cue them staring lovingly at us being goofballs on a whack a mole game

Maybe we could go to the arcade and then the cute cafe after!! Relax with some coffee and sweets hehehe just chatting with one another :3 having a great time 🥰🥰🥰

[just-some-random-blogger]

I would love to read something about Matt Smith as Milo Crown from Morbius. I don’t know if you have watched it or if you like it but I feel like reading some fluff / smut with him would be so cute. Like turning the bad ones into good ones just for her is my favorite. Maybe he‘s been in love with her forever and gets jealous of Michael? Maybe he questions her love for him and gets all insecure and she shows him how much she loves him ?? Or maybe just some waking up next to each other stuff or anything if you‘re up to it.

Him Or Me

Milo Crown x Reader

Summary: "Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: gender neutral reader, jealousy, mentions/depictions of violence during a heated argument, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i was meant to write this the moment i got it but ???? it died????? HHAAHAHHA anyway ever since i watched Morbius (solely for my husband matt HAHAH) i was like 'aint no way his character doesn't have fics' and the urge to write fics for him was strong. tbh i didn't think the movie was as bad???? as everyone was making it out to be???? (maybe im blinded by how amazing matt was in it what a fking simp) i mostly just thought it was very confusing ??? and cliche ig ??? its a marvel film ya know, i feel like marvel films have been reaching a decline in soul as of late anyway enough for that hot take i hope you like it lovie. it turned into an angst prompt though so ..... lolol AHHHAAH also of course we have to add this scene as the gif AHHAHAH iconic Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx

"Stop bringing Michael into this," I snap, pointing a finger at him.

Milo scoffs, "and why wouldn't I be bringing him into this?"

He snarls as he walks past me. I grit my teeth, watching him move to his table to pour himself a cup of gin.

"Because he's not part of this conversation, Milo!"

He laughs as the alcohol spills into his cup. He puts the bottle down and turns to me, raising his glass, "that's funny," he takes a sip, then keeps the object by his lips, "you say that as if it's ever just the two of us doing something. I can never get you alone," he brings the glass down and laughs again, "you like him too much."

"Are you fucking hearing yourself right now?" I wave my hands, "I'm here with you aren't I? I'm concerned with what's happening with you, not Michael."

Milo chucks his glass across the room, "NO!"

I cringe and cover the sides of face with my hands.

"You're HERE," he walks over to me, "because Michael called you. You're doing this for him!"

My breath hitches as Milo stands in front of me with a scowl and a heaving chest. I look up at him as I slowly drop my hands. I feel my eyes water at the severity of his tone, the accusation that I did not care for him.

"Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden.

I flare. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around!"

His face twitches. He lets out an airy chuckle under his breath. He shakes his head, "liar," he grits his teeth and rather painfully admits in a low voice, "I always want you around."

I scoff at him and straighten up, "and what you're doing now is a good indication of that, huh?"

Milo's eyes begin to glass.

I release a shudder as a tear rushes down my face. I look away from him and wipe my tears, but then Milo catches my face as he releases a breathy curse, "fuck- I..."

I shake away from his hold and I move off to the door.

With his newfound powers, which was the reason for this argument in the first place, he runs up to me and blocks my way. Milo clutches my shoulders and shakes his head, "please, don't leave."

I clench my jaw, "you don't seem particularly willing to listen to me."

"Please," he steps forward.

I release a breath, "Milo-"

His hands come to my cheeks, "please."

"I don't-"

My words are cut off by the press of his lips on mine. He leans into me and pulls me in, the warmth of his body mingles with mine. He tastes like gin, but he smells as nice as he always does. My hands come to his torso as he slowly deepens the kiss and slides his tongue against my lips.

When we break away for a breath, Milo presses his forehead on mine and heaves. His breathing is too heavy to be the consequence of mere kissing. He huffs, "I haven't had the balls to tell you that I have been in love with you since the day you laughed at my jokes."

I look at him as he tucks hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry I... blew up on you," he rubs my cheek, "or scared you," he shakes his head, "I would never hurt you."

"Milo..."

"I just figured I wouldn't have a chance with you anyway, especially not when Michael was... well, Michael, and I was me."

I knit my brows and shake my head, "you're a fucking idiot."

He nods, "I am. I know that-"

I cut him off this time and take my turn at cupping his face.

When we pull away, I look at him and comb his hair back. He looks at me with slightly parted lips. I press mine into a soft smile as I take his hands and place them on my waist. I lick my lips "has it never even once occurred to you that I do the shit that I do because I... like you?"

Milo's brows knit a fraction. He blinks. Then, he pulls closer to him. I bring my hands to his chest as we look at each other.

He tilts his head then slowly, his lips curve into a small smile. He releases a chuckle as I rub his chin with my thumbs. He leans into me, "you like me?"

I scoff out a chuckle and roll my eyes.

"Or... is it my money?" he hums with a lopsided smile.

I throw my head back as I laugh. I look back at him as he rubs my sides affectionately. I sigh and shake my head, "you caught me," I raise my hand, "hand over your wallet."

Milo does not hesitate, one hand leaving me to fish for the object in his back pocket.

[curi0us-gh0st]

hey hey hey leeee, my lovely friend, can i request a hcs for ok-joo as your girlfriend?

Bad (Jang Ok-joo)

pairings: Jang Ok-joo x fem!reader.

word count: 0.8 k

genre: fluffy.

summary: you are the sea, the day and the sunrise to her.

warnings: none, just cuteness. [no review]

a/n: my lovely little friend, all for your happiness lolol 🎀

• Let's say you guys met through Minhee at one of her ballet performances, you talked so much about how proud you were of Minhee which made Okjoo laugh while watching your drama!

• Since then, some of your dates are with Minhee (she's Steve 😭🤏🏻), if it weren't for her, you would still be talking nonstop while Okjoo would look on with shining eyes.

• Anyway, as a girlfriend, Okjoo is the best girlfriend in the world, definitely.

• You are like the golden retriever and the black cat, you would look like a child full of energy after eating sweets while she would be the mother who would watch you with pride.

• Definitely no one can ruin your (and Minhee's) happiness, so, well, you know...

• Did someone bump into you? She will make him apologize. Did someone take the plushie you were fighting for? She negotiates, not caring about the price. Did someone mess with you while you were hanging out? Uh-oh, he's going to have a big problem to solve.

• Over protective!

• For her, you are a rare jewel that cannot be harmed, she will take care of you at all costs, it doesn't matter, she will take care of the smallest details.

• It's so funny how different she is talking to others and talking to you; With others, her voice would be a little thick to be intimidating but not too much, just nodding, her face expressionless, while with you, her eyes are shining with admiration and love, there is always a small smile on her lips, she laughs at your stupid jokes and when you act like a curious child!

• Did you like some of the nonsense she bought? Get ready, any opportunity she will bring just to see you smiling brightly.

• Have you commented on anything you like, like skating? Well, in winter, or any date, she will rent a skating rink just for you to skate like those romantic movies.

• In one of her daydreams, were you wishing for something? Boom! She will give it to you wrapped in gift paper at your next meeting.

• Her dates always end with you full of bags with gifts and her taking you to walk by the sea (Minhee just said you shouldn't make out there lolol).

• The walks by the sea, a comfortable silence surrounding you, the view of the sky in shades of orange and dark blue, while listening to the waves hitting the sand, easing all stress and bringing comfort to you, the beach has become your favorite place. you.

• If you had insomnia, you would definitely put on your coats and go to the beach to watch the sunrise!

• Lots of random kisses, you would be talking about something and you would be excited, she would kiss your lips or forehead; Kisses when leaving and entering the house, kisses before going to sleep and when waking up, kisses on the cheek whenever you take photos.

• When you go out, she loves to intertwine your hands while you walk, while you are in front of each other in the restaurant, while you are pulling her to dip her feet in the cold sea water.

• About hugs, she loves to wrap her arms around your shoulders, you snuggled into her chest, listening to your heartbeat speed up as she holds you in her arms, you're just a little smaller than her.

• Your love language is definitely: Quality time, acts of service and physical touch.

• Minhee definitely feels proud to be your cupid lolol

• She will never forget your commemorative date, you might, but will she? The clock has struck midnight, she will have a simple gift and a statement prepared just to make you move.

• She would definitely create a playlist just to think about you while she has headphones on or alone.

• Motorbike rides during the early hours of the morning, just to feel the wind blowing on their little bodies while you're clinging to it.

• If you were a friend of Minhee's who danced ballet, she would be in the front row watching the performance, and at the end, she would bring both of you a bouquet of flowers.

• Don't you live together or are you busy? Put your cell phone on silent, she will send you a message every five minutes asking if you are okay, if you ate, what you are doing and when you can meet again.

• Are you sleeping together? You are the smallest thigh, she will hug your waist and put her head in your hair to smell you or your neck.

• When your relationship is advanced, she will make jokes just to see you with puffy cheeks because you are angry, she will have a provocative smile while ruffling your hair or squeezing your cheeks just to tell you that there is no need to be angry.

How could my day be bad When I'm with you? You're the only one Who makes me laugh So how can my day be bad? It's a day for you Oh, baby

bad - wave to earth.

[thefanciestborrower]

I wasss just gonna dm this to you but decided the entire WORLD needed to see it lol

Anyways I love your fic so much, (And a Pretzel to Sate your Hunger) , so i just had to draw the two sillys

(movie vers bc its the only one i've seen!)

ANYWAYS sparkle on, never stop writing ur amazing at it!!! Couldnt just post and tag this for obvious reasons lolol

OH PLEASE I’M SCREAMING! VAEH THIS WAS THE SINGLE GREATEST THING TO WAKE UP TO LOOK AT THE SILLIES!! Your art is always so GOOD I want to eat it and you’re absolutely right about the world needing to see this because it’s so silly goofy in the best way possible oh my gosh

Racetrack out here having a fantastic time. Davey....not so much. Did Davey deserve this harassment? No he absolutely did not but that doesn’t make it any less funny lmao

[whiskeynwriting]

had a thought about mbfd series, and Dave coming over to find mc in her cheer uniform and it just gets him so riled up and feral

What a fantastic idea.

MBFD One-Shot: Roses Are Dead

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Alcohol consumption, one instance of sexual assault (a kiss on the cheek and small grab), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), brief female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, some reader descriptions

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my babies <3 I hope you enjoy your V-Day getaway with Daddy Dave 

Funny that this is a one-shot but it’s longer than some of the chapters. Just roll with it lolol

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Unfortunately, today isn’t as special as it is in the books, especially when it falls on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, you greet the day with a smile when you wake, happy to have a slow morning due to your afternoon shift. Just like any other morning, you open your blinds, squinting and yawning from the growing light. A few months ago, your first thoughts would consist of work, school, and cheer. But lately, it’s him, he’s the first thing in your head. The first thing when you wake, and the first thing when you go to bed. 

When Dave isn’t in your bed, you find it hard to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s been in it quite often as of late. And no, not in that way. Well, not just in that way. He hasn’t gone back home since that night, the night he told the girls about his divorce from their mom. But he’s had some pretty early mornings lately. When he left today, it was about four-thirty, far too early for you to fully wake; but he still kissed your forehead before leaving. You’d like to spend the mornings with him, at least for a little bit before he leaves, but you understand. 

The presence of David lives in your house even when he’s not physically here. His reading glasses are on your night stand, well, his nightstand - the one on his side of the bed. There’s a book he’s been reading on the surface, too, along with a cup of water he fills regularly before bed. Smiling, you sigh, already missing him. And in the spirit of longing for your boyfriend, you decide to find one of his shirts, slipping it on over your head.

His too-big t-shirt reaches your thighs as you walk through the hallway, finding the kitchen. You’d left it dirty last night, having cooked dinner but feeling a bit lazy afterwards. Today though, you find it clean. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, knowing it was Dave. He’s not exactly a clean freak, but he is definitely one organized man. Speaking of the devil…

Princess, your new nickname. It makes you feel so giddy and special, as silly as it may be. Besides, previous boyfriends never treated this day with any sort of sentiment, so something as simple as this really means a lot to you. 

At the office, Dave chokes on his coffee. Jesus, it’s ten o’clock in the morning. Not that that really matters to either of you. 

Before you can wait for his response, the doorbell rings. Whipping your head around, you frown, wondering who it could be. You didn’t order anything, and you’re not expecting anyone, either. After a moment, the person knocks on the door with their knuckles, you dash to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweats.

“Hello?” As soon as you’d shimmied them on, you opened the door, nervous to greet your guest. But it’s just a delivery man, one who reads off your name. “Yes?” 

Your eyes then drop to what he’s holding, and you smile. “These are for you. Have a good day, ma’am.” 

Lips parting in awe, you take them, watching the man walk away. Even when you close the door and sit back down at the kitchen counter, you still can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever sent you flowers before, and to say you feel special would be an understatement. You can easily spot the small card poking out between the flower petals, retrieving it gently before reading it. Folding it open, your eyebrows quirk in curiosity at the writing. 

Roses are dead

Violets are blue

Those flowers were hers

But these ones are for you

And then, your phone is buzzing. Before you can even message him about this, he’s calling you. 

“Hi, baby.”

Immediately, your voice fills his chest with a sense of contentment. He releases a quiet sigh, smiling on the other end of the line.

“Hi, princess. Did you get the flowers I sent you?” 

“I did,” Giggling slightly, you turn, admiring them. “They’re so pretty, no one’s… ever done that for me… before.”

“You deserve it.” Even through the phone, his heart fills with pride. He wishes he could’ve seen your face when receiving them. “ I’d give you the world if I had it.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, right.” He emphasizes, making you grin.

A moment of silence passes, each of you feeling smitten all over again. Nibbling on your lower lip, you glance back down at the card laying on the countertop. 

“Oh, I wanted to ask… what’s with the note? Like, what does it mean?” 

“Read it to me.” Dave requests, grinning to himself. He wants to hear you say it. 

“Roses are dead, violets are blue, those flowers were hers, but these ones are for you.” 

“Every time I gave Carol flowers, they were roses.” His response is immediate, and it makes you freeze up. Why is he telling you that? And on today of all days? 

The thought makes him sigh with disappointment, so much time wasted. But now, he has you. “It wouldn't sit right with me if I gave you something that only reminds me of her. So, I got you violets, your own type of flower.” 

“David…” It leaves you speechless, the meaning behind this. You never would have expected that to be his answer. “That’s… wow.” 

“I love you, honey.” Dave expresses, wanting so badly to have spent this morning with you. “I really… I think you’re the one for me.”

“Baby, really?” Within moments of waking up, Dave has made this your most memorable Valentine’s Day. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” Running the blunt edge of his nail along his desk, he hums,  “You know, I actually have another present for you today.” 

“Wait, seriously?” 

“Yeah, how do you feel about going to dinner tonight?”

“Baby! I would love to!”

“Good, I figured it’s about time we had our first date. Our reservations are at seven.”

“Oh, wait. Shit.”

“What?”

“I’m working the evening shift tonight. I really wish I didn’t have to, it’s just been… ugh. Whatever. But I’m so sorry, baby.”

Genuinely, your heart sinks. You didn’t even consider that Dave might want to see you tonight. But right now, he’s not worried about that. 

“Wait, what’s going on at work?”

“Nothing, it was just, it was something dumb. Everything’s fine.” Fuck, this is the last thing you want to talk about. 

“No…” He drags out, raising a brow. And then he speaks your name, his voice stern as he asks again, “What happened?”

“Dave, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then it shouldn't be a big deal for you to tell me.” He doesn’t like knowing about your stressors, but he’ll do everything in his power to relieve you of them.  

“It was… yesterday, I mean, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, but…”

“Baby,” His voice is gentler now. “Talk to me.” 

“There… something happened yesterday with one of the dads… at pickup.” You begin to explain, thinking back to your shift yesterday at the daycare. “He said some things to me that were… annoying, to say the least. And then sort of… grabbed me. But I -”

“Did he do something?” Dave’s voice is rushed, but not angry or loud. Not yet. But in his own head, Dave is fearing for the worst. What the fuck happened? 

“He put his hand on my waist, and… kissed my cheek.”

“What?” David’s eyes go wide, brows raising high. “And where the fuck was his other hand?”

“He put it, well, it… he sort of grabbed my ass.” 

“What?! What the hell did your boss say?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

Furious, he stands, running a hand over his face. But on your end, your lip is quivering, tears daring to drip down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, and I -”

“What?” He interrupts. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?” 

“No! Baby, I promise! I promise I wouldn’t do anything like that!” 

“Baby, you don’t think this was your fault, do you?”

“W… What?” 

“You told that prick to fuck off and he didn’t, how the hell could that have been your fault?” 

Oh. He… kind of has a point. You thought he’d be pissed when he heard about this, not at the man or your work but at you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He doesn’t understand, why wouldn’t you go to him as soon as this happened? 

“I thought you’d be… mad.” 

“I am mad! I’m pissed!” But when he’s met with your silence, he begins to understand. “But… not at you, baby.” 

He’s starting to realize that he’s only making this situation worse. His reaction doesn’t exactly scream ‘cool, calm, and collected’. How can he expect you to come to him in the future when he reacts like this? 

“I’m sorry, I just, I hate knowing that happened to you.”

“I know.” You mumble, calming down once his voice settles.

“What did your work do about it?”

“Well, I asked for the next day off, today, but they wouldn’t let me. I just wanted a day to collect myself, but they didn’t think it was necessary.” 

“Okay, that’s it.” Standing from his desk, Dave puts the call on speaker. “I’m going up there.”

“What? What are you going to say?!”

“I’m going to tell them that you’re not coming in to work today.” He’s already reaching for his jacket, buttoning the front of it.

“Dave don’t! You could get me fired!”

“Not if I tell them I work for the DIA and investigate the livelihood of retired vets and their families.” His answer is quick as hell and honestly, makes a little bit of sense. Your dad was in the military, after all. 

“How… how did you come up with that so quick?” You laugh, and it makes your love grin. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He replies playfully. “And don’t worry about going into work today. Just get yourself ready, and I’ll pick you up around five, okay?” 

“Wait, why five?”

“Oh, I forgot. We have a hotel room, too.”

“What?” At this, a surprised smile spreads fully across your lips. 

“If I’m taking you out, I’m making sure there won’t be any familiar faces around to see us. That’s why we’re heading to the city. And if we’re going far, why not stay the night out there, hm?”

“I really can’t even believe you.” With a shocked giggle, you sigh. You feel giddy, filled to the brim with butterflies. 

“Well, believe it, princess. Because I’ll be there at five. Get yourself packed and ready, okay?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll make this right.” 

You have to admit, the thought of Dave showing up at your place of work and flashing his badge to stand up for you is… quite the image. Knowing how protective he is of you and the lengths he’ll go to in order to prove it is making you swoon. Thinking of him walking in and putting your boss in his place, wearing his dark gray business suit with his badge on his hip, that deep voice growing stern with intimidation. Between David’s protectiveness and the night he has planned ahead, it’s all making you hot with anticipation. 

“I love you, too.” 

Taking an hour gap in the middle of his day is easy. With him coming in early and working late so often, he could take an hour break every day if he wanted. More often than not, though, he was too enthralled with his workload to do so. But you’re far more important than any legal document on his desk. 

He already knows where you work, of course, but what you’re not aware of, is he knows your employee badge number and your boss’s full name, too. It makes him chuckle, the thought of it. That information was almost too easy to get. 

Dave is going to your place of work under the pretense of his job, his specific position. And with that in mind, he keeps himself calm and collected. After all, there isn’t a scenario where he walks out of this building without getting his way. This will be easy for him. 

The walls are colored in a bright blue with rainbows and flowers along their edges. At the receptionist’s desk, there’s a jar of candy and a small treasure chest of dollar-store toys. Right behind her sits a board with multiple flyers posted, ones detailing drop-off and pick-up times and the spirit week the facility is hosting for Valentine’s Day. It makes him grin, knowing you come here every day. He’d love to see you with kids, he knows you’re so kind and patient with them. 

“Hi! How can I help you?” 

“Hi there,” Dave grins, walking up and leaning on the counter’s edge. Lifting his badge, he allows it to lay open, quickly introducing himself. “David York with the Defense Intelligence Agency. I’m here to see a Mr. Adam Hall?”

Immediately, her kind smile fades into shock. She seems surprised and quite impressed, eyes flashing from Dave’s badge to his handsome face. Lips pursing, she swallows, flustered by his confidence. 

“Um… y-yes, sir.” The way Dave carries himself would intimidate anyone, and she’s clearly not immune to it. 

Picking up the phone, she presses Adam’s line, whispering a quiet, “Hi, there’s someone here to see you.” A moment passes before she responds with, “Law enforcement.” 

Shortly after she sets the phone down, Adam is rounding the corner, confused suspicion written all over his face. At this, Dave perks up, happy he didn’t have to wait. 

“Dave York.” He says, approaching the man while showing his badge. “Defense Intelligence Agency.” 

“H-Hello… I’m um, I’m Adam Hall. What can I help you with, Mr. York?”

“I think it would be best if we talked in your office.” He replies, folding his badge into his front pocket. 

Not willing to wait for a response, Dave takes the lead, walking Adam back to his own office. He even takes it upon himself to open the door, allowing your boss to walk in and take a seat at his desk. The entire situation is perplexing to him, his palms sweating with nerves, especially when Dave closes the door behind him. 

“I’m here to discussion the accusation of sexual harassment in your place of work?” Dave offers, his voice appearing inquisitive.

“What? Sexual harassment, I, I never, we haven’t seen - ”

“Specifically pertaining to employee number 000245679.” 

At this, his lips seal. Dave’s caught him. 

“Can I… ask how you received this information?” 

Dave is quick on his feet. “The wellbeing of United States veterans and their families is under my direct supervision.” Not exactly a lie - he’s actually dealt with cases like this before. And besides, you are his to care for.

“She’s… a veteran?”

“A close family member of hers is.” Dave clarifies, narrowing his eyes. “I understand a parent was the aggressor in this instance, occurring yesterday at approximately four-thirty in the afternoon, correct?”

“I’m, well, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t have the document in front of -”

“Pull it up.” 

Gulping, he does just that, finding it as quickly as he can. “Yes, that is correct.” 

“And what happened in this situation, exactly?” He wants Hall to read it himself, and read it aloud to see how ridiculously harsh he’s being on you. You could have sued, and all you asked for was a day off to process things. 

“The… um, before clocking out, the employee encountered and greeted one of the children’s parents, Mr…” Hall then glances up, clearing his throat nervously. He trails off, wanting to be professional and leave the father's identity anonymous. But that’s fine, Dave probably would have gone after that man, anyway. “Said parent then complemented employee 000245679 on her physical appearance, and did not stop when she requested. Said father then approached employee 000245679, placing a hand on her waist and kiss, um… kissing her cheek.” 

���And?” Dave prompts when your boss’s words stop. 

“And laid his other hand on her backside.” 

Trying to keep his composure, Dave sighs, glaring at the man before him. “This needs to be dealt with, Adam.” 

“Well we’ve, um, we’ve already followed protocol on this, and…”

“Protocol? Claiming employee 000245679 is the one at fault is your protocol? Giving her no reassurance of this situation? Not speaking to this parent? Not even giving her a single day off to process this?” 

Adam is silent, eyes barely able to meet Dave’s intense gaze. 

“My protocol is as follows - employee 000245679 receives three days of PTO, given that she doesn’t take action for more money against this company. And this father is banned from campus.”

“The, his child is already enrolled in our program.” 

“He is no longer allowed to drop-off nor pick them up from this building. Have I made myself and my expectations clear?” Standing, Dave keeps his stare. 

“Y-Yes… sir.” 

“That’s a good sport.” Dave grins happily, his words condescending. “I will be checking up on your progress, Adam.” 

With an anxious nod, he stands to see Dave out, but he’s already walking through the door. Rounding the corner, he encounters the receptionist once again. 

“Have a good day…” Dave begins, eyes finding her name tag. “Candice. Good to know.” 

With a curt nod and friendly smile, he’s pushing open the door, returning to his car. Yep, just as easy as he’d expected it to be. 

Back at his office, Dave finds it easy to return to his work, finishing it just how he always does. Working from the office has been far easier than doing so from home. Even if he were working from your apartment, he knows he’d be distracted. 

But before clocking out for the day, he finds his insides growing with nerves. He’s excited to see you, he really is, but he hasn’t felt this anxious in years. Going on first dates just doesn’t… happen to him. He’s been married for so long that he never thought he’d be on one again. He hasn’t dated in decades. And even though the two of you already know each other, have already spent nights together and touched each other, he’s still nervous about it. What if he’s not gentlemanly enough for you? What if he’s too gentlemanly? What if you don’t like the places he’s taking you to? What if you end up wanting to go home? Jesus, he’s really becoming a nervous wreck. 

Truthfully, he knows you’ll love anything he does for you. You adored the flowers he sent and because of that, he knows you’ll cherish his last gift for you. A silver necklace with a single pendant - one dried violet encased in resin. Something that will always last and hopefully, always remind you of him. 

Placing it back in its tiny box, it gives him the confidence to go forward with these plans. Not that he’d ever cancel. He’s covered all of his bases for this - you’re going an hour away, it’s likely you won’t see any familiar faces. You’re staying overnight, so the both of you can truly enjoy your mini vacation. And lastly, he already told Carol and the girls he’d be spending a few days away from the house, they don’t even know he’s going anywhere. Tonight, it will be just you and him. 

On your end, you couldn’t be more excited. You’ve never done something like this, and the fact that he’s taking you out in public is just amplifying it. For some reason, the risk of being caught isn’t scary to you, although it really should be. You also can’t wait to have him all to yourself in a hotel room, how fancy. You’ve enjoyed having him at your apartment, enjoyed the little bits of domesticity. But honestly… you’ve missed the sneakiness, the impulsiveness and excitement. And going on a spontaneous adventure is bringing all of that back. 

You can’t contain your little squeal of eagerness when Dave calls, immediately snatching up your phone. “Hey, baby!”

“Hi honey,” The elation in your voice makes him smile, melting his worrisome nerves. “I’m here, are you ready?” 

“Yeah! I’ll be right down!”

“Okay, do you need help with anything?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just packed an overnight bag. Oh also, I’m in comfy clothes. I figured I’d change into nicer ones at the hotel?”

“That’s perfect.” He reassures you, eager to see your gorgeous face. 

“Okay! I’ll be right down, babe.” 

Grabbing your small bag, you sigh, eager to get the night started. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but inside you packed a nicer dress and a pair of pajamas. On top of your essential bathroom items and charger, you’re ready to go. 

Dave’s sparkling silver Tesla is parked right out front, he really doesn’t seem to care anymore. Skipping over to the car, you open the back door, dropping your bag inside before closing it, and heading to the passenger side. 

“Hey!” 

“Come here.” Already, he’s leaning over the center council, hand finding the side of your face.

Leaning into him, your smiles meet, a giddy hum vibrating from you. He still has his scruff, which your fingers dance along when he gives you a handful of small kisses. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” He’s still so smitten with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’m so excited!”

“I’m glad you are,” Dave sighs, smiling as he returns to his seat. “Get your seatbelt on, we’ve got a long drive.” 

 Snuggling in, you make yourself cozy, leaning in Dave’s direction. Crossing your legs, you fold your arms on the center console, his free hand landing on your thigh. 

“So, you took care of things at work?” Gazing up at him with hearts for eyes, you sigh. 

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot!”

Immediately, you shoot up. “What?!”

“Nah,” Dave smiles, laughing. “I took care of it.” 

Swatting his arm, you roll your eyes. “Asshole.” 

“Well this asshole got you three days of PTO.”

“Wait, really? But I’m part-time, I don’t get PTO.”

“You do now.” Squeezing your thigh lightly, Dave reminisces on the recent memory. And now, you are too. You can just picture it, Dave’s intimidation. And honestly, knowing he went out of his way to protect you like that is making you a little hot for him.

It’s not until now that he realizes, when he’s finally out of work-mode. You were harassed, actually assaulted. Someone invaded your privacy, and he wasn’t there to help. Sure, he made it better now, but he can’t undo what has already been done. And all at once, a wave of emotions surges over him, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. He feels like he’s failed at his job; he can’t let that happen to you again. 

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Sliding your hand down, you gently grab his wrist. 

“I’m here for you, sweetheart.” Comes that deep, rumbly voice. “I won’t let that happen again.” 

The excitement you’d been yearning for all comes rushing back as soon as you get to the hotel room. The drive was easy, you mostly slept, but now, you’re full of energy. And once you got through your suite’s door, it became clear that Dave was, too. 

His hands are on your hips, dragging them over his own. He can already feel your wetness, having taken off your outer garments. Once you were in just your bra and panties, you climbed onto his lap, wanting him all over again. 

“I’ve missed you so damn much.”

“We were only apart for like,” You giggle, feeling the repeated press of his lips. “Eight hours.” 

“Too fucking long.” Sliding his hand down, he grabs a fistful of your ass before slapping it, shoving you forward onto him. 

He’s resting against the bed’s headboard, sitting up while you straddle his clothed lap. Pressing his open mouth to yours, Dave’s tongue slides inside, tangling with your own while you moan. Your body is resting entirely on his chest, arms looped around his neck while your fingers explore his mocha-toned hair. 

“You sexy fucking thing,” He’s breathing hotly against your lips, both hands falling to your backside. “Thought about you all day, about that beautiful mouth and what it can do.” 

“You really love blowjobs now, huh?” Your voice is laced in cockiness and lust, the thought of it sending a tingle between your thighs.

“You know I do.” He practically growls against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. 

“Yeah? I love giving them.”

“I can fucking tell.” Just barely, his hips roll up against you, his eyes flashing to his watch to check the time. Forty-five more minutes until your reservation. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow me.” 

The last thing you expected this year was to go on a Valentine’s Day getaway with Molly York’s dad. But here you are, grinding down onto his lap while he grabs your bare ass, the two of you tugging on the other’s hair while swapping spit. And you fucking love it. 

What would Molly say if she found out? What would she do? Who would she be more upset with? And why? But honestly, it’s pretty hard to think about anything when David’s hand is on the back of your head while he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. Fuck it, you really can’t keep yourself from her dad. 

“When do we have to go?” Turning your head, your lips find his cheek, moving over the growing patches of dark hair. 

“Forty minutes.” He responds, fingers curling into your hair and pulling.

It yanks you back, puffing your chest out toward him. With this new angle, he dives down, planting his face directly between your breasts. 

“Fuck.” 

Both hands find their way to your chest, pushing your tits up against his face. While mouthing at them, he groans, feeling your fingernails scrape over his scalp.

“I need to fuck your tits, baby.” 

“Yeah? You like ‘em that much, huh?”

“Fuck yes… Jesus. They’re so fucking soft.” And then he becomes muffled, suffocating himself with them once again. 

“Baby, I need to get ready soon.” You remind him sweetly while giggling. 

“Not yet,” He mumbles, tongue laying over the side of your tit. “Please, not yet.” 

He’s touching every part of you that he can, every inch he can reach. It’s been a little over a month and he still can’t get enough of you. He wants more, always. Always more. 

“Come on,” Laughing, you tug lightly on his hair, bringing him up for some air. “You can play with them later, okay… daddy?”

“Oh, fuck me.” His face nearly goes slack from it. You’ve really got him under a spell. 

With a quick peck, you’re climbing off of his lap, going into your bag to get out the dress you’d packed. It’s easy to slip on, the smooth fabric a lovely feeling against your skin. A pair of sparkling black heels fit your feet nicely, along with a pair of silver earrings to decorate yourself with. And it doesn’t take you long to apply your makeup, years of Pom coached you for that. Besides, you’re going for a simple, nude look anyway.

“Is this fancy enough, baby?” Walking out of the bathroom, you’re satisfied with your look. But you’re more worried about what he thinks. 

“Absolutely.” He’s already standing at the mirror, making sure his tie is straight. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, right.” You grin, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah,” He says, walking toward you. “Right.”

Staring up at him with a bashful smirk, Dave’s hands find your waist, pulling you into him. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.” 

“Yeah, and I have a little present for you, too.” 

“You know, I also have one.”

“Another one? You’ve already given me enough!” 

“Last one,” Your lover grins, “I promise.” And then he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, flat box. “Here, open it.” 

Eyeing him, you offer a look of faux annoyance, glancing down as your fingers pry open the sides. And immediately, your eyes widen, brows folding up in the center from the gift’s sentiment. 

“Do you know what it is?”

“Baby, of course I do.” Delicately, your fingers pluck the necklace from its cushion, setting the box down on the table to your left. “A dried violet.” 

“I told you,” Dave then says, prompting your eyes to return to his. “It’s your flower now.”

Staring into his eyes, you find yourself becoming emotional. No one has ever treated you like this. 

“I love you.” 

“I want you to think of me whenever you look at it,” He tells you, “And know how much I love you.” 

The flower’s color goes perfectly with your dress, the black and purple hues blending nicely. David even takes it upon himself to place it around your neck, something that makes you swoon all over again. He’s gentle with it, just as gentle as he’s currently holding your hand. 

Walking you through the lobby and front doors, Dave easily calls a cab, wanting both of you to be able to drink to your liking tonight. He even goes out of his way to open the car door for you, and the door to the restaurant, too. 

It’s easily the nicest establishment you’ve ever been to; you honestly feel like you don’t belong. But David’s head is held high, holding onto your hand with pride. Your difference in age is quite obvious, especially with Dave’s facial hair, but you like it. As misogynistic as may sound, you like being the pretty little thing on Dave’s arm. 

“Is this okay for you, honey?” He asks, getting situated in his seat after pulling out your chair. Internally, he’s a nervous wreck, and surprised he’s not sweating bullets. 

“What? The restaurant?”

Dave nods, eyes full of worry. He wants you to like it; if you didn’t, he’d easily consider going elsewhere. 

“Baby, this is perfect. I’ve never been to a place like this.”

Extravagant chandeliers hang on the ceiling, the walls a deep and elegant red with tables lining its edges. The music is dreamy and quiet, a pianist playing gracefully in the very center of the large room. Each setup has their own dimmed mood lighting, and is far enough away from the others to have private conversation. The smell of bread and garlic fills the air, alongside seafood and fresh greens. You can already feel yourself salivating just from the scent. 

Dave is more than happy with your answer, releasing a breath of relief. Smiling, he takes a look at the menu, eyeing a bottle of white he thinks you’d enjoy. 

“Would you be okay with me drinking tonight?” He asks, glancing up at you.

You offer an amused grin. “As long as I’m able to drink, too.”

And just like that, Dave is ordering a bottle of wine for the table, alongside water for the both of you and breadsticks to start. After that, you’ll be served spinach and artichoke dip with baked pita and olive oil. You hope you have the will to be able to pace yourself for the rest of your time here. 

“Did I tell you where we’re going in a few days?” David asks, watching you take a sip from your glass.

“No, you haven’t!”

“How do you feel about Spain?” 

“Spain? I’ve never even been there before!”

Dave smiles at your excitement, sipping at the bourbon he ordered. “Well, we’ll be staying at a hotel in Madrid.” 

“I don’t know too much Spanish… is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m fluent, I’ll do all the talking.” 

“You are not.” Jaw dropping in awe, you stare at him with lovestruck eyes. How does he still manage to impress you?

“Yeah, I am.” Huffing out a laugh, he nods. “That, and French.” 

“Really? When did you have time to learn all of that?”

Dave just shrugs. “Part of the job.” 

Your lover’s inner monologue couldn’t be more frantic, but in the best of ways. Every thought is pulling him in its own direction, from Spain to you to work to the restaurant’s food. Mostly though, he’s thinking about you. It’s taking his breath away, how stunning you look. He can see your toned physique through your dress, its silhouette highlighting your curves beautifully. Your neckline isn’t too low, but he can still see the dip of your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue up that valley right now. He can still taste your tits on his tongue from when he worshiped them in your suite, the flavor of your skin reminiscing within him. He wants nothing more than to pull you aside, run his palms along your body and grab your softest places. And the way you did your makeup tonight has him smitten, your eyelashes fluttering gracefully with your smooth lips fucking taunting him in that shade of lipstick. He’s going to ruin you tonight. 

“Dave?”

“Hm?” Eyes immediately darting up, you see him become slightly flustered, a shade of pink coloring his ears. 

“You’re that distracted, huh?” You tease, placing your elbows on the table so you can fold your hands together, resting your chin on them.

“Yeah, baby…” He sighs, eyes dropping to your chest again. “You look so good tonight.” 

The only thing that pulls him out of this trance is when your food comes, and even then, he finds it difficult to look away. But the smell of your food easily captures your attention, the seafood pasta you ordered already making your mouth water. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Your waiter asks, clasping his hands together. 

Before even touching his food, David does about you. “Do you want another drink? A different type of wine?”

“No, it’s okay, babe. I really like this one.” Reassuring him with a kind smile, you then transfer it to the waiter. “Thank you.” 

“You know,” Staring at your plate, you smile, twisting your fork into the buttered pasta. “You’ve been such a gentleman.”

“Really?” Almost desperately, he looks up. “You think so?” 

“Are you kidding me? The flowers? The hotel? My necklace? This restaurant? And then what you did at work? I really can’t believe you’re doing all of this for me.”

Internally, you wonder if he’d done these types of things for Carol, too. And whether or not he did, you hope he continues to do it with you. 

“I told you I’d take care of you.” He says while stabbing his fork into a piece of food. “Whatever you want,” And then he’s looking up into your eyes, carob-colored orbs staring into your own. “It’s yours.” 

And he really meant it. Because as soon as you said you, I want you, he was paying for your bill. He’d been itching to get his hands back on your body since you left his lap in the hotel room. Before leaving, though, he asks if you’d like anything else. More wine? Dessert? Being that it’s Valentine’s Day, you ordered two slices of cheesecake with strawberry drizzle and chocolate ganache, hoping to share it back in your room. 

“Come here,” He rushes out, pushing you up against the wall.

“Baby,” Comes your small giggle. “I have to put this in the - ”

“Just put it down.” Grabbing the box from your hand, he shoves it onto the nearest table, both hands then quickly falling to your ass. 

He’s pulling it up, scrunching it along your hips as he positions himself between them. Already, he’s grinding into you, breathing heavily against your neck. You can feel the pressure, the firm weight of his body moving against you, and you almost can’t breathe from it. Your hands find his head, his hair, eyes closing as he starts sucking on your neck. 

“Baby…” Gently, you roll your pelvis forward, grinding against him, and it only provokes him to press you further into the wall. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Dave mumbles, hands incessant on your body. He’s running his palms along your waist, squeezing your curved features before traveling to your thighs and grabbing them, too. “Fuck, how do you have such a hold on me?” 

Breathlessly, you find your words. “Let me get out of this first, baby. Don’t you wanna see your surprise?”

“Fuck.” Dropping his head down, he catches his breath, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, he then nods. “Okay.” 

Against his better judgment, he backs up just enough for you to wiggle out between him and the wall. Taking his hand, you kiss it, dropping it when you walk off toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.” 

With a heavy breath, Dave shakes his head, making his way over to the bed. Plopping himself down, he lays back, running a heated palm over his face while he groans. The pulse in his crotch is already so apparent that it hurts, and he’s not sure if you’re getting lingerie on or what but he honestly doesn’t even care. You could come out in a goddamn ghillie suit and he’d still jump on you. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He replies, head turning in your direction.

“Where are you?”

“Laying on the bed…” His voice trails off as he says it, curious about your plan. “Why?” 

“Okay, close your eyes. And stay there!”

Huffing out a chuckle, he does as he’s told, folding his hands over his stomach while doing it. “Okay.” He calls back, “Ready.” 

Slowly, the bathroom door creeps open, poking your head out to make sure he’s telling the truth. And when you see that he is, you step toward him with quiet feet. 

“Keep them closed, baby…” You remind him gently, running your palms up his covered thighs. 

It makes him smile, his insides tingling with excitement. What is this?

Crawling onto his lap, you situate yourself over him, placing your hands on his chest. With a giddy smile, you hum, whispering to him. “Okay, open them.” 

He keeps a straight face as his eyelids flutter, caramel orbs growing a bit wide. At first, he sees your face, your angelic face. But then his gaze trails down, taking in the fabric of your tightly cropped top, its bedazzled hemline and long black sleeves. Your midsection is showing, your cute little belly button resting just above the edge of your skirt, more sparkles lining its edge. 

“Oh my fucking god.” 

It’s funny how quick his opinion on these outfits has changed. When Molly first came home in it, he was livid. Why the fuck did it have to be so short? So revealing? He understands she’s not in high school anymore but still, he wasn’t happy about it. But with you, it’s the complete opposite. He wishes your uniform showed more. 

“Do you like it, baby?” It’s a timid question, said while dragging your pointer finger down his chest. 

“Baby…” His voice is low, hands reaching up to take hold of your hips. 

The first time he ever saw you in it, he’d imagined bending you over and fucking you brainless. And now, he finally has that chance. 

“This is for me?” Dave mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Mhm,” Tilting your head to the side, you reach out to cup his face, bringing his gaze back to you as you repeat, “Do you like it, daddy?” 

“Princess,” Huffing out a quick breath, he shakes his head. “Get on your fucking knees.” 

Before you even have a chance to move, he’s sitting up and pushing you off of his lap. You stumble back, quickly feeling Dave’s hands grab you. He spins you around so your back is against the bed, watching you fall to your knees just like he said. 

“Fuck me.” He’s already undoing his belt, “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it.” 

“I think I’m getting the hint.” You grin, staring up at him. 

You look so pretty, resting on your knees for him, waiting patiently while he undresses. And he does so rapidly, fumbling with his pants before reaching in to pull himself out. 

“Baby,” He says, already fighting for breath. “I want you to suck on it.” 

He’s completely full and resting in front of your face, tip red and leaking, dripping. Leaning in, your tongue lays out to catch some of it, and you swear you see him twitch. Reaching up, you go to place your hand on his base, but he swats it away. 

“No hands.” That deep voice demands, “Just do it.” 

The way he’s speaking to you makes your eyes go wide, leaning back against the bed as your lips part for him. His right hand falls behind your head, his other on his base to guide the tip in. Watching intently, his brows narrow, feeling his tip run across your soft skin. He slides it over your bottom lip, glossy precum oozing from the slit. 

“I love your little uniform…” He tells you lowly, “Remember seeing you in it for the first time.” 

“Rea -” 

“No talking.” He grunts, shoving himself in, and you immediately gag on him. “Swallow it, princess, I know you can do it.”

You wiggle back, trying to get a breath but he doesn't let you. Leaning further in, he presses you against the side of the bed, the hand he had on his base moving to hold your jaw open. 

“Oh, god.” Tossing his head back, Dave releases a guttural groan, the length of him pulsing inside your throat. Gently, he pets at your hair, feeling you begin to settle down beneath him. “There you go, princess.” 

Keeping your eyes open, you stare up at him, doing your best to take deep breaths. You’re also trying to keep your hands at your sides, this new rule forcing you to beg for him. And when he tilts his head back down to see your pretty eyes, he moans, eyes raking over your features. His thumb slides toward your mouth, prodding at your bottom lip. 

“A little cheer girl…” He mumbles, a cocky smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. “All for me.” 

While maintaining eye contact, you wiggle your tongue beneath him, his jaw dropping as he hisses from the sensation. That’s when both hands drop to your face, his hips moving back. He sets a gentle pace, reveling in the smooth slide of your tongue. Hesitantly, you reach up, wanting to hold his thighs. But remembering his new rule, they shoot back down. 

“Good girl,” He praises happily, surprised by your restraint. “Baby, that was so good.” 

It provokes a small, happy mewl from your throat, drool slowly but surely beginning to pour down your chin. He can feel it, too, every time his scrotum connects with your skin. The squelch of it quickly becomes loud, but he doesn’t really care. Your blowjobs were usually sloppy. 

“Jesus Christ,” He grunts, running the fingers of his dominant hand through the hair at the crown of your head. Harshly, he fists it, moving forward to completely pin your head against the bed. It surprises you, so much so that your hands reach out to grab the fronts of his thighs. 

“I said no fucking touching.” Grabbing your wrist, he snaps it to the side, tossing it away from him.

Harshly, he fucks himself into your mouth, staring down while trying to catch his breath. Jesus, he wishes you were both in the stadium. Thinking about pulling you to the side at halftime and fucking your face is making his high arrive far too fast. 

“You’re taking it so good, swallowing me so good…” His praise lights your body on fire, makes you moan and want for his touch. “How’s it taste, huh? You like how I taste?”

“Mhm,” Is the most you’re able to get out, eyes rolling back as he slides down your throat again. His tip repeatedly punches against your inner skin, the space between your legs tingling with excitement. And if you can’t touch him, you figure you might as well touch yourself. 

David feels your slight shift, glancing further down as he watches your hand slither between your legs. Lifting up the front of your skirt, Dave can see the black lining underneath, your tiny fingers rubbing over it. 

“You dirty little thing.” It would be considered degradation if he didn’t say it so lovingly. 

The angle is awkward but he wishes so desperately that it wasn’t. He’d give anything to watch you rub yourself while you sucked on him. But he’s already too close to his high, and he wants to do so much more. 

With a firm grunt, he pulls himself out of your mouth, listening to your harsh gasp punch into the air. Your chin and neck are wet from it, even the very front of your top. 

“C’mere, princess.” With a small groan, he leans down, picking you up by your armpits.

You barely have time to find your footing before he’s shoving you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You’re shocked, what is he doing? 

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” He reminds you, placing his knees on either side of your biceps. 

It cages you in, along with his weight pressing into your chest. But he does his best to keep himself upright, not wanting to hurt you. And after a moment, you come to your senses, thinking he must want you to suck him off like this. But that’s before he’s yanking the edge of your top up over your tits. You chose not to wear any garments beneath the uniform, so when he pulls the top up, your breasts immediately bounce out. 

“Look at that,” His eyes have gone wide, irises blown as he stares down at your naked chest. But then he does something you wouldn’t have even fathomed. He spits. 

Reaching down, he rubs it over your chest, sliding it up and down the valley between your breasts. Your breaths become heavy and ragged, pretty eyes staring up at him as you call out, “David.” 

“Have I told you how badly I wanna fuck your tits?” He’s still not looking at you, his wet thumb gliding over your pretty, pebbled peak. 

Spitting into his palm, he then returns it to his base, running it over his erection. Inside, your heart is pounding, watching Dave touch himself in front of you like this. And he’s towering over you, chest expanding with every heavy breath. 

“Yeah…” Mumbling, he leans in, placing the thickness of his cock in that luscious divot. His hands find either side of your breasts, pushing them together. Dave’s eyes roll back when he does it, feeling your softness encase him. “Yes… yes.” 

All too quickly, he’s thrusting himself against you, sliding his cock between your tits while those broad hands continue to fondle them. Occasionally, his thumb will swipe over your nipple, his breaths already quick and erratic. 

“Baby, daddy,” Your voice is high and desperate, pleading with him, “Can I please touch you? Please?”

Easily, he gives in, nodding. “Yeah, princess. Touch me, do whatever you want to me.” 

Instantly, your hands come up, arms wrapping around his thighs. Your fingertips caress the exposed skin along his pelvis, the curly hairs at his base. 

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really, daddy?” 

“Baby, I can’t, I can’t help it. Fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum on my tits, daddy?” You’re only egging him on, feeling the firm thrum of the vein along his shaft. 

“Oh, I want to, baby. I really want to.” 

“Please do it, baby. Please.” Your voice is soft as you coo to him, staring up at his focused face. But all he’s looking at is your bouncing flesh as it jiggles around his erection, his spit creating the perfect slippery space for him to fuck. 

“S-Shit, shit.” 

You’re almost speechless, witnessing his reaction to this. Staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, the only thing that rips your attention away from him is the warm splatter covering your breasts. He’s groaning above you, hips jerking against your chest. His jaw has dropped completely, brows furrowing harshly as he watches it spurt from his tip. The sensation of it shivers through his pelvis and up his spine, his lungs doing their best to get in adequate breaths. 

“Baby…” Sighing, you smile, adoring the blissful look on his face. “Can you get a towel for me?”

Tilting his head, he stares down at you, wondering aloud, “You think I’m not gonna fuck you in this?” 

Honestly… yes, you absolutely thought that. With him cumming so quickly, you thought he’d be done for the night. But you’re happily surprised to find out otherwise. And Dave is easily able to read your reaction based on your sly grin. 

Climbing off your chest, Dave sighs, dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. And when you finally sit up, Dave is right in your face, cupping your cheek so he can kiss you. But you’re only allowed one before he’s grabbing your hips again, this time flipping you onto your stomach. And you move easily with him, the strength he has not giving you much room to protest. 

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is ragged, his left hand smacking your ass while his other hold shoves your skirt up and over your hips. Dragging the thin material to the side, he exposes your glistening pink lips, immediately moving to rub his tip against them. 

He’s already half hard, his body clearly pent up from the surprise you gave him tonight. Slapping himself against your backside, he groans when you wiggle your hips against him, grinding against his pelvis. By now the spend on your chest has rubbed into the bedsheets, but it’s not really a concern for you. You’ll likely shower afterwards, and you’re sure Dave will call for new sheets. 

“I love you,” It was the last thing you expected him to say, but it makes your heart swoon.

“Baby,” Softly, you whine for him. “I love you, too.” 

And then, he’s sliding in, his head prodding at your entrance. He easily makes it past the thin skin of your outer lips, feeling your heat surround him once again. And when he’s halfway in, both hands find your hips, guiding you back as he pushes further in. 

“Baby,” Gasping, your fingers reach for the comforter, fisting it in your hand. 

It stings slightly, and how you’re not used to his girth yet astounds you. A small flutter washes through your hips, and David can feel it. He groans from the way you pulse around him, from the texture of your slick, gummy walls sucking him in. 

“I wanna do this again.” He then states, his pace much quicker than before. “Please let me fuck you in this again.” 

“You like it that much, huh, daddy?”

“I fucking love it, you’re so goddamn sexy in this.” 

Before you can respond, he’s hitting something so powerful inside you that it forces a cry from your throat, a euphoric shiver running through your body. 

“I remember the first time I saw you do the splits, your pretty little ass hanging out beneath your skirt. Fuck me, that was so hot, baby.” 

“I like that you saw,” You’re breathless, the memory making your insides fizzle with arousal and ecstasy. “I w-wanted you to see.”  

Baring his teeth briefly, David’s palm smacks down on your cheek, the hit stinging your soft skin. “I fucking knew it.” 

“D-Daddy,” You almost can’t even respond to him, the wetness from your arousal mixing with his own, the combination beginning to drop down your legs. 

“And when I saw you do it in my backyard… god damn. I touched myself to it, did you know that, princess? I touched myself to the thought of you after you did that.” 

“Fuck, baby!” Thinking of Dave jerking off after seeing your flexibility makes you grin. His want for you was always so obvious, you still wonder how others don’t see it. “I love that, I love it…” 

Another swat at your ass and you’re tossing your head back, ragged groans and high whines slipping past your lips. It takes everything in you to bounce back against him, but truthfully, it’s useless. Dave is doing most of the work and he doesn’t mind one damn bit. 

“And you were so quick to show me your tits.” He huffs out, laughing. “You were such a whore for it.” 

“Fuck me.” Groaning, you smile beneath him, shoving your face into the covers. 

“Look at you now,” He coos mockingly, “All bashful for me.” 

Leaning over your pliant form, he presses his clothed chest to your barely-covered back. “You weren’t so bashful when I was fucking your mouth, were you, princess?”

Reaching around, your hand finds the back of his head, tilting your own back to press your cheek to his. Smirking, he hums from the feeling of your fingernails dragging across his scalp, his hips unrelenting in their pace against your ass. 

“And now you’re mine, all for me. My pretty girl, my perfect princess. You think anyone else is gonna touch you while you’re with me? Huh, baby?”

“No,” Comes your small whimper, your small pleasure center throbbing from the friction you’re receiving. The point of your pelvis is rubbing against the bed with every one of David’s thrusts, and it’s making your head spin. 

“Jesus, I can’t believe I get to cum in your tight pussy. Just a sweet thing, a young girl for me to touch whenever I please.”

“Y-Yes, baby. Yes…” 

He’s rambling, exposing his innermost thoughts and not regretting one word of it. The way you’re trembling is evident, and it makes him grin. 

“Are you going to cum, baby? I won’t be happy until you do.” 

“Please, make me. It feels so good when you make me…” 

Stuffing his hand down between your belly and the bedsheets, he lowers it to find your throbbing clit, spreading your lips to rub the pad of his pointer finger over it. Almost immediately, you’re crying out and pushing back against him, but his weight keeps you down. Turning his head, he plants an array of kisses on your cheek, from quick to sloppy to firm. Arching your back slightly, you accept it, the euphoria that overcomes you. It’s like you can’t register anything besides him, besides the press of his weight and the sensation of his kisses, the forceful, blissful intrusion of his erection. Pressing against your backside, he stills, shoving himself entirely inside. And the way you choke him forces a guttural groan from his chest, heavy and humid breaths fanning out over your skin. 

But then, he’s lifting himself, pulling out with his dominant hand flying down to his shaft. With hurried breaths, he stares down at your ass, jerking himself off over the entrancing curves of it. This time around, it shoots from his tip, thick ropes landing over your bare curves and uniform, painting everything in the nearest vicinity white. You can feel how hot it is, the gooiness of it dripping over your skin. He watches it soak into the fabric of your skirt, smirking to himself at the sight of it. And after a moment, he slows, squeezing the last few drops from his tip. 

“D-David,” 

“I’m here,” Comes his instant response, left hand gripping you tight. “I’m here, baby…”

Dropping to his knees, he breathes a sigh of contentment, saying once again, I’m here, before shoving his face between your legs. 

“Jesus!” You shriek, taken completely off guard by the act. 

But he doesn’t stop, he just moans. The vibrations overstimulate you, your hips jerking from it as you giggle. But his hands lift to your hips, keeping you still. Rapidly, his tongue pokes out to lick you, sliding through your sensitive lips with the tip just barely flicking your clit. 

And while he enjoys you from behind, you relax into it, reveling in this moment. You’ve never had a man enjoy you so openly, worship you so fully. And you find yourself wondering how he’s going to be on your vacation.